Legend of Zixia

Chapter 265

In the end, two powerful clans that had produced ancient emperors stepped in and stood between them, thus ending the conflict.

People from Blood Phoenix Mountain and Fire Scale Cave stepped forward to block them, preventing the two sides from getting close. This was considered an explanation to the people behind the two princes, preventing them from fighting to the death.

The Jade Pool authorities immediately seized the opportunity and sent several fairies to guide them.

They specifically welcomed the forces of the Jiang family, the Ji family, and Ye Fan the monkey, taking a route that circled around the peaks.

The other route was staffed by high-ranking deacons to receive the Heavenly Emperor's son and the ancient races. The floating bridges in the air were deliberately spaced a thousand feet apart, and even the flow of spiritual energy was separated by arrays to ensure that they could not get close to each other.

The radiance of the Western Emperor Tower suppressed all extreme Dao fluctuations, as if silently declaring:
Within the sacred ground, war is forbidden.

However, the human cultivators watching from the outside were filled with turbulent emotions and could not calm down for a long time.

"This is... the son of the Martial Saint Emperor?" someone whispered in a trembling voice, "He has only just begun to cultivate his Dao, yet he dared to confront the Heavenly Emperor's son head-on, shattering his protective divine ring with a single blow, and even the royal guards couldn't withstand a single attack from him..."

"And then there was that Heavenly Prince. Even though he hadn't yet severed his Dao, he was able to escape unscathed from the Holy Prince's pressure. The nine divine halos behind his head evolved into the creation and destruction of the universe. That was true 'divine' power..."

What's even more despairing is—

The old servants standing behind the two princes may seem inconspicuous, but in reality, each of them exudes a profound aura.

An old servant from the Fire Scale Cave, with just a glance, caused a human sect leader to kneel down on the spot, his blood rushing back and spitting out blood!

"These...are all servants of the ancient race?" The human leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice trembling. "Their cultivation...is actually on par with ours?!"

There was dead silence all around.

Everyone was silent.

The so-called top experts of the various sects of the human race were, in the eyes of the ancient royal family, merely figures who were barely worth their attention.

The wind gently blew through the bamboo forest, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness in my heart.

Finally, someone silently cried out in their heart:

"Sigh... Don't stop them, it would be so much better if they could all die together."

Unfortunately, no one dared to say those words aloud.

Even thoughts must be carefully hidden deep within one's consciousness.

The conference was still a few days away from starting, and the various ethnic groups were discussing it privately, but no one dared to seek refuge with anyone.

This is a great era where the bloodlines of ancient emperors have been dormant. They have all come to an era and will awaken. Not only the two, but also Huang Xudao, Huo Qizi and others. It is difficult to say who is stronger or weaker.

The fragrance of snow orchids sways in the wind.

Countless white petals fell like snowflakes, silently covering the entire ancient forest. This was an ancient snow orchid forest, with ancient, vigorous trees that had stood for thousands of years. Their branches coiled like dragons and snakes, and their green leaves were adorned with crystal-clear jade flowers. Each flower seemed to be formed from moonlight, exuding a refreshing fragrance that made even the air feel as clear as a spring.

Before the grand gathering even began, the various tribes had already sat down to talk. It was a magnificent hall, clearly inscribed with spatial runes; seemingly a hundred feet tall, it could actually accommodate thousands of troops without feeling crowded.

At this moment, representatives from various holy lands, ancient royal families, the Hundred Schools of Thought, and the Southern Ridge Demon Clan gathered together, sitting or standing in small groups, discussing in hushed tones.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air, but it couldn't mask the undercurrent of tension and tension.

Deep within the shadows of the trees lies another tranquil place.

A jade table sat quietly amidst fallen petals. Zixia and Jiang Yifei sat side by side, opposite the three heroes of the Ji family—Ji Zi, Ji Haoyue, and Ji Ziyue. The five of them sipped tea around the table, the steam rising and mingling with the shadows of the flowers. They chatted and laughed, discussing philosophy and scriptures, seemingly detached from the atmosphere of the main hall.

Prominent figures from various sacred sites and ancient clans were gathered in groups, chatting or closing their eyes in the various celestial realms of Yaochi, awaiting the commencement of the grand assembly.

"The land occupied by humans is too vast. A weak race has ruled the entire land. It is time to return this land to its rightful owner." In the hall, various voices rang out, and arguments continued. Many powerful races even began to divide their territories, wanting to divide the land equally.

The human race leader was also debating, but it was clearly not taken seriously by the more powerful races and was almost ignored.

"In ancient times, the human race was merely a small, isolated place, struggling even to protect itself, and was food for many powerful races!" A certain royal family member was extremely assertive, uttering such outrageous words in public, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Indeed, when all races coexisted and kings vied for supremacy, the human race would sometimes seek protection and reliance from powerful races, but it was just an insignificant little race."

"How laughable! The Grand Gathering of All Races is about to begin, and the human race has only sent one Barbarian King. There are hardly any people who can be considered worthy of the occasion." An ancient clan member sneered, his face full of indifference. He said, "When the conference begins, the Ancestral King will personally attend. I wonder who the human race will send to sit on equal footing with them. Most likely, not a single person will be able to sit at the same table!"

Many human cultivators present dared not speak out in anger; this was indeed a fact. Relatively speaking, the human race truly lacked any powerful figures who could intimidate any region.

The weak are silent, the strong speak.

At this moment, the dignity of the human race was trampled into the dust.

However, in a corner not far away, Ye Fan, Monkey, Duan De, Black Emperor, Dragon Horse and others sat in a circle, showing no fear, but rather creating a lively atmosphere.

“You know what,” Duan De said, shaking his tattered fan, squinting as he looked around with great interest, “the ancient races were quite unique! Look at that one over there—a dog-headed human with a pair of pure white divine wings on his back, and a five-colored divine halo around him. He speaks eloquently, like he’s giving a sermon. Tsk tsk, he’s got an artistic flair to his name.”

Before he finished speaking——

"You dare compare that bastard to me?!"

Black King instantly bristled, its eyes wide open like copper bells, its black fur standing on end like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. With a roar, it pounced and bit Duan De's arm: "Today I'll show you what 'karma' really means!"

"Ouch! That damn dog let go! It hurts!" Duan De screamed repeatedly, struggling and laughing wildly. "I'm talking about him! It's him! Look, he's even nodding at us!"

The ancient race member with a dog's head and a human body suddenly changed his expression, his previously calm face turning gloomy in an instant.

A black sun pulsated in his left eye, while a crescent moon flickered eerily in his right. His aura surged dramatically, as if a slumbering god or demon had been resurrected.

"Humans! Dog demons!" His voice was deep and cold, filled with boundless rage. "You have insulted my true form; you are courting death!"

Having said that, he took a step forward, and an ancient staff appeared in his hand.

The fat Taoist priest said, "That dog is enraged! Black Emperor, if you don't take him in, you'll be utterly unworthy of calling yourself the Dog Emperor!"

As a major battle was about to break out, Ye Fan remained seated calmly, his expression unwavering. He slowly took out a small packet of tea leaves from his pocket. The leaves were dark gold with faint Dao patterns flowing around them, emitting an aura that cleared the mind.

"Enlightenment Tea!" Many cultivators around gasped in shock. This was an ultimate treasure!

"Ignore them," Ye Fan said calmly, his tone as still as water. "Come, let's continue drinking tea."

As he spoke, he put the tea leaves into the pot and brewed them with the spiritual spring water. In an instant, a fragrant aroma filled the air, and illusory images of immortals appeared in the entire area, as if they were expounding the Dao.

Just as the ancient clansman was about to make a move, he was stopped by the people around him.

at this time
A heavenly melody drifted over, clear and ethereal, as if descending from the heavens:

"Distinguished guests, the sacred land of Yaochi has a rule: fighting is forbidden within the forbidden area."

"Anyone who disobeys will be punished by the Western Emperor's Tower with imperial might and suppressed on the spot."

For your safety, please observe proper etiquette.

A woman walked slowly towards them, her figure slender and graceful, dressed in white, her feet like lotus blossoms, each step seemingly in harmony with heaven and earth. A vermilion mark was on her brow, her eyes clear yet unfathomable; she was none other than the Holy Maiden of Yaochi.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out outside Yaochi, which quickly spread inside, indicating that something big had happened.

(End of this chapter)